Know what would suck? Yep. Potato Allergy.
I wrote a script about how you go along in life and everything is great and then all of a sudden...curve ball.
It's short so if you hate it you won't have wasted too much of your precious life. Here it is.
ENTER CHIP
NATE: Hey, Chip, how you doing?
CHIP: Bad news, Nate, just got back from the doctor.
NATE: Oh, no, is something wrong?
CHIP: YOU COULD SAY SOMETHING IS WRONG, NATE.
CHIP: YOU SURE COULD SAY SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG, NATE.
CHIP: I have defensive adenoid syndrome. The two spheres are competing for dominance and the Noid side is producing way too much Noidadin.
NATE: God, Chip, will this make you sterile?
CHIP: We're just not sure, Nate.
NATE: Well, if you need a sperm donor, you know I'm here for you buddy.
CHIP: Thanks, but you know I've never kissed a girl.
NATE: No, I mean I'll donate into you. If you want.
CHIP: That's very kind of you, Nate, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to get this little adenoid defensive syndrome behind me before I can consider any sort of relationship.
NATE: Whoa, Chip. Who said anything about a relationship? I don't do relationships. Especially not with people who just found out they only have a month to live.
CHIP: I understand, Nate. Believe me, I do.
It's short so if you hate it you won't have wasted too much of your precious life. Here it is.
ENTER CHIP
NATE: Hey, Chip, how you doing?
CHIP: Bad news, Nate, just got back from the doctor.
NATE: Oh, no, is something wrong?
CHIP: YOU COULD SAY SOMETHING IS WRONG, NATE.
CHIP: YOU SURE COULD SAY SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG, NATE.
CHIP: I have defensive adenoid syndrome. The two spheres are competing for dominance and the Noid side is producing way too much Noidadin.
NATE: God, Chip, will this make you sterile?
CHIP: We're just not sure, Nate.
NATE: Well, if you need a sperm donor, you know I'm here for you buddy.
CHIP: Thanks, but you know I've never kissed a girl.
NATE: No, I mean I'll donate into you. If you want.
CHIP: That's very kind of you, Nate, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to get this little adenoid defensive syndrome behind me before I can consider any sort of relationship.
NATE: Whoa, Chip. Who said anything about a relationship? I don't do relationships. Especially not with people who just found out they only have a month to live.
CHIP: I understand, Nate. Believe me, I do.
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